At the time, I had never smoked much marijuana before, even though I acted love I had.
The first time I had to spend a Summer vacation on the farm I was 15 years old, and a total town girl. Thanks to getting into trouble at school, my parents decided to let me cool my heels out in the middle of farming country with my Grandfather. They intended it not really as a punishment, however more of a demonstration of what life might be like. It turns out that at the end of the Summer vacation I was bummed about returning to the big city. I liked the country life, mostly because of some very cool kids I had met, and their access to a field of cannabis. At the time, I had never smoked much marijuana before, even though I acted love I had. In the town I was a nerd, however as the lone big city kid in the country I seemed cool and mysterious to these other kids, so I acted as if cannabis was no big deal to me. That didn’t last long, because soon after I got high for the 1st time, and as you guess cannabis is love truth serum. I got so blazed on this stuff, which later on I would find out was undoubtedly low quality cannabis, that all my truths came spilling out. Everyone else was so blazed they either didn’t care, or didn’t remember afterward, because the people I was with and I met up by the marijuana patch again the next morning to do it again! The constant marijuana smoking sessions turned into some real, lasting friendships, some of which I maintain to this undoubtedly morning, then so you better believe I was distraught about the Summer vacation ending!